1)
Fold your hands, bow your head,
Shut your eyes and pray
I would try, but no one said how to pray
Just how to act like praying
I wanted to know where to go, how many
Steps to take, how many doors to open
2)
Dad would get angry,
If you cheated and opened your eyes
I did not understand sin, but I knew
Consequences and how it felt to get caught
I told Dad, he wouldn’t know I cheated, if his eyes were closed
And learned questioning authority had bigger consequences
3)
Old ladies with glass-eyed foxes around their shoulders,
Powdered cleavage and too much painted lipstick
Would catch me in the center aisle line,
Pull me to their breasts and say
I had a sweet voice when I sang
Smudging my coat with rouge and powder
4)
At home, I would be punished
For the sin of getting Sunday clothes dirty on Sunday
I would attempt to explain,
but making excuses was another sin
To avoid the ladies and the queue to shake the pastor’s hand
I would duck out a side door while no one was looking
5)
When I was old enough,
I sang in choir, sat on the end of a row
Stared out through a crack in the curtains
at the choir loft rail
and smiled at all the sinners who didn’t
Shut their eyes in prayer
6)
In confirmation class, I asked the minister
The difference between praying and the posture of prayer
When he sat me alone in the hallway
For being difficult
I learned there must be no reference
In the index of his book of liturgy
7)
Our choir director and I would talk about belief
And how maybe, I wouldn’t take the confirmation pledge
Before the congregation in the spring, because
Lying before God must be the biggest sin of all
He said we live with private doubts and
Hurting our parents with honesty was a bigger sin
8 )
This morning, I wondered as he lay dying of AIDS,
Ostracized from the church of his nativity,
If he found a way to pray without sin
In a bed on his back in pain
Unable to sit up straight, fold his hands,
Bow his head and pinch eyes tightly shut
…..so no light gets in
4-26-21
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